Beaten and Broken

Fierce passion,
hunted with pure desire;
your intoxicating scent ensnared.

Honey words
wrapped me in snug warm wool
while your grip tightened around my throat.

You caged me
within purple and blue;
beaten and broken into despair.

On This Day

the mob's cheers and chants battered my ears

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

probably when I became menstrual

fear of abusive men soon decreased

and caressed my ache to be loved

to be rescued from this icy place

I wish I were brave enough to speak

while my moist lips trembled

gave me a brief moment of rebirth